This Place About To Blow! (Part II)

As promised...

These are the photos we took last weekend while clubbing! (thanks to Issac's blog)

Before hitting the clubs, we headed out to one of the Chinese restaurants nearby for some supper for nourishment! They serve fantastic pineapple fried rice and Szechuan soup!

ISSAC and ME!

MELVIN AND ME (God what a camwhore)

IVAN AND ME... I hate my hair here.

The camwhore strikes again.

Why can't he make a proper face?

ISSAC WITH MARCO, his boyfriend

THE POWER OF THREE (will set us free??)

And... WE'RE IN DA CLUB!

CL AND ISSAC

MELVIN, what are you doing?

I love IVAN'S look here ("what shall I do next?")

Party Animals!

I think it was "On The Floor" got me moving...

ISSAC AND ME all tired out!

MARCO, IVAN, ME, and MELVIN

What songs do I love now?

Jennifer Lopez's On The Floor (feat. Pitbull) --> Currently Billboard No. 5 as of 16th Mar!

As well as my resident Party Girl:

Ke$ha's BLOW --> Currently Billboard No. 10 as of 16th Mar!

These are really good videos. J Lo's video is sexy and hot and shows off her chops at AGE 41, while Ke$ha's video is funny and hilarious! (note the mid-video dialogue!)

(Though of course nothing compares to Lady Gaga's epic videos.)

It's another weekend already? Time passes when you're having fun. Have a great weekend everybody!

This Place Is About to Blow!

Yesterday night/this morning was one of the BEST nights of clubbing I've had!!

In the words of Ke$ha, the clubs were definitely about to blow! It seemed like almost EVERYONE came out (pun 100% intended) to have some fun!

First of all, the music was ROCKING. I'm not one to praise people easily but DJ Andrew's music was ridiculously good last night.

It was one good song after another, Ke$ha after J. Lo after David Guetta after Lady Gaga after Madonna after LMFAO. Not only that, but the structure was well-constructed, and for once I didn't have to hear the terrible mid-song rappers.

Yes, one of my gripes: Rappers, just because you can, doesn't mean you have to insert yourself into every song that has a pre-final-chorus bridge.

Case in point: Kanye West in Katy Perry's "E.T.", random rapper whom I don't know in Britney's "Hold It Against Me" and also Kanye West in 30stm's "Hurricane" (this guy is everywhere!). I mean, the original was already good enough! Plus it's not as if you were invited to join in on the original CD cut, like Snoop Dogg on "California Gurls" and Ludacris on "Tonight (I'm Lovin' You)".

It's as if you just came in after the release, thought it would be a good idea to boost your profile, and dropped a few random verses that absolutely ruin the flow of the song.

So thankfully, yesterday none of that was played.

Secondly, the crowd was fantastic!

I met a ton of new people last night - and I will apologize because half of your names have already left me when I woke up just now - which I will definitely say Hi to if I see you again because I'm MUCH better with faces. A shoutout to Butterfly, who was completely un-intimidated by me. She danced brilliantly!

Yes, there was a LOT of dancing going down. There were these two really extravagant, out there club dancers on the stage, and I would daresay I matched up with them! It was really fun and exciting.

Then I met the old crowd, people I've gotten to know over the recent months, who I have come to greatly appreciate the company of. A big shoutout goes out to B, whom I was afraid to inconvenience but had little choice - SORRY! - and whom I see has found a boyfriend at last! Congratulations!

OK, words can't fully describe how fun it was. All I can say is, I'm starting to see how Ke$ha loves "the parties, the disasters" and how every night, she is "down to go out", "waking up on a different couch... till the sun's coming up."

It's one of my favorite Ke$ha songs: "Crazy Beautiful Life" and it really does describe a great, young, uninhibited lifestyle without any of the booze and drugs she references in her previous songs!

Take a listen and I dare you to not fall in love with it!

Crazy beautiful life

This MP3 was found at Dilandau MP3

I'll post up photos once Issac uploads them onto his comp!

For now... back to doing more important stuff! Have a great week ahead everyone!

Spell It Out For Me

Yesterday night was so much fun!!!

Went out clubbing again, and for a change this time around, I DIDN'T waste myself! For the past two weeks, I was bouncing around, talking to random people, drinking abundantly, and before the night was over I would be more wasted than Lady Gaga's talent in Singapore.

But yesterday I regulated my drinking. No dinner drinks, no pre-clubbing warm-up shots, only an apple cider, glass of white wine and store-bought LIT before entering the club, and only a cranberry rum after I entered! Woohoo.

As a result, yesterday I was very lucid. Still, because the music was extremely good - David Guetta and J.Lo back to back! - I managed to dance up a storm with my campmate/fellow clubber friend M. Also M's self-proclaimed fag hag friends were there as well, and it was fun hearing them dish on the gay guys and lesbian fights taking place around them.

And, get this: Remember that date I spoke about in Anti-Valentine's Day? The one I thought was into me, but turned out to be avoiding me?

I bumped into him yesterday night in the club! I was totally gracious toward him. We're cool, man, we're cool.

But a part of me couldn't help wondering, "What went wrong?" As you know, I thought the date went pretty well, and so I almost bounded after him to ask, "Hey, mind telling me what turned you off?"

Thank God for Issac, one of my incredibly-good friends, who kept me from going after him and demanding an explanation. In the end I just let it go, chalking it up to one of those things that just wasn't meant to be, a myriad of misperceptions and misunderstandings.

We're cool man, we're cool.

See, here's the thing. I'm very much like a straight guy in the sense that you have to spell it out for me. I'm extremely EXTREMELY bad at taking hints, as many of my friends will tell you. I am terribly bad at assessing my surroundings, and I have to work hard at my situational awareness especially in cases where emotions are running high. In the end I am more likely to crack a really inappropriate joke that will either defuse the tension or make it 100% worse.

So if you are on a date with me, and something I'm doing isn't to your liking, you need to make it clear to me what I'm doing wrong. And by 'clear' I don't mean little "er-hems" that are supposed to mean something to me other than you have phlegm in your throat.

(Yes. I'm a blockhead that way. Think Phil Dunphy from Modern Family.)

Of course I'm not stereotyping straight guys. I know some who are very savvy at EQ, and are able to play out emotions like a member of a professional bomb squad.

But I'm not like that. I can actively change what I'm doing, shut up, or try to improve the situation, but only if you make it obvious there is something about me you're not getting. Otherwise, it won't go anywhere with me, and you'll end up still being frustrated.

And of course, I won't be able to read if you're not into me. It's a skill I'm working on - please do not forget I'm only 19 years of age - so I need a lot of spelling-it-out-for-me in this aspect. Don't start avoiding me, because then I'll start messaging you with things like, "Dude. Are you alive?"

Of course after a while I'll get the hint and back off, but it would really save me some time and self-doubt if you would just take the small effort to text back, "Hey. I think we should be friends for now."

I would text that to you if, on my side, I felt things weren't going right, so I expect the same courtesy. How difficult can that be?

"Girl, give it up! He's just not that into you."

Couples Envy

Sunday! 3.04 pm here in sunny, hot and hellish Singapore.

A recap of yesterday night! I went clubbing at one of the renowned AJ clubs in Singapore, somewhere along Neil Road - my usual weekendly routine of unwinding and destressing - and I met a group of self-proclaimed "fag hags".

One of my good friends and campmates knows the Fag Hag Leader in the group - let's call her S - and we went to the bar not far from the club to get high before heading in.

Here's a secret: I don't have many fag hag friends. The gal pals I know are either lesbian, straight and couldn't care less about gays, or are attached permanently to Gray's Anatomy (the textbook, not the show, although some are diehard fans too).

As the great diva Margaret Cho once said, "behind every successful gay man is an even more successful fag hag." (or other words to the effect). I know - how unrepresentative of me. So sue me.

But this was my first time hanging out with girls inside a gay bar and club and boy, what an eye opening experience!!

First of all, the girls were texting like crazy: maybe it's the whole tech craze thing but to a hormonal gay boy it's so weird to see no one pay attention to the hordes of hot guys wandering around with their other halves. Second of all, when they DID pay attention it was funny to see it become a reversed one-sided situation: now the GUYS didn't give the girls a flying hoot. Well, because they were gay, but also because most of them that I could see were attached.

Which brings me to my next point: where are all the single people?

Beyonce had it wrong when she sang that ubiquitous hit, All the Single Ladies AREN'T putting their hands up. Because I sure as hell couldn't see them when I went to the bar, and later to the club.

Everyone was hanging off the arm of another guy.

A recently-made friend of mine, a cute swimmer who talks as much, if not more than, me, just got hooked.
A guy I had a brief fling with and made me hook on to his every word and whim moved on at lightning speed and seemed so happy last night at the club.
A close friend of mine who is also a Geminian is very happily attached with a professional belter (singing, not the accessory).
Another friend who was, and is, still my first and only crush, had someone falling head over heels for him by the night's end.

It was getting sad to dance alone, with some random guy who eventually turned back to his boyfriend and mouthed, "Who the fuck is he?"

I guess I shouldn't have done the booty shaking part, a la J Lo.

Kidding.

S and I were later texting, and she told me that if I was "desperate" I should hit on my single campmate friend - off limits by the way - and I quickly corrected her. "It's Couples Envy", I texted back.

DEFINITION: Couples Envy, noun, an illness where you look at the successful, loving couples around you and feel a pang of jealousy in your gut and a sudden need to alleviate it by kissing the guy/girl nearest to you.

There's a reason why more alcohol is ingested every Valentine's Day instead of any other day. Look around you, and all those couples are smooching, kissing, groping, having all sorts of fun, and all you can think about is, "what is wrong with me?"

What is wrong that I can't find myself an other half?

"Couples Envy" hits every one, regardless of age, gender, sexual orientation, and even if you are in a relationship, you might find yours unsatisfying. Hence you might envy ANOTHER couple.

Dr. Cristina Yang has got NOTHING on my medical knowledge. Consider yourself warned. :)